thought to myself, if I can pass in here I can pass anywhere. I noted with satisfaction that the clerk, despite the fact that he must have been sixty, checked me up and down as I came in the door. He actually leaned over the counter to check out my shoes as I clicked by him. I quickly found a bottle of the chablis that we had been drinking and brought it up to the counter.

"Say, those leather jackets are getting mighty popular. You're the second girl who wore one in here tonight."

I just gave him a big smile and took the change, again admiring my sexy fingernails. As I left the store I got bold and said,

"Bye now," in my best falsetto.

"You have a nice evening, Miss!" he

responded.

"I plan on it."

When I opened the door to the room both Sally and Mary were nude. Mary was lying on her back on the bed and Sally was straddling her with her bush over Mary's face. Mary's hands were on Sally's hips alternately pulling and pushing. Sally turned to me. "Well, I see that our whore slave survived her public debut. Now get your cunt-licking face over here and get to work on Mary's pussy."

"Yes, Mistress!" I said, dropping to my

knees.

"Take off that jacket and skirt first, you stupid bitch. You want to ruin them?" "I'm sorry, Mistress," I said as I obeyed her commands.

Mary's lovehole was dripping and I slurped her juices thirstily. Sally adjusted her position so that she could press her spikes against my shoulders. Every now and then she'd jab me with them and with each jab I drove my tongue farther into Mary's cunt.

"Yeah, suck that pussy, bitch! Do good

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and I'll let you ask Mary for permission to jerk off."

Mary came in great heaving spasms and when she started bucking, Sally also came. Both gave gasping groans as wave after wave of orgasm coursed through them.

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*** I awoke to the sound of the clock radio. For a moment I didn't know where I was. The lights were on in the room and I was laying on top of the sheet with the blanket and bedspread on the floor. The red shoes were still on my feet and the hair on my stomach was matted with dried cum. There were no long fingernails, and when I looked in the mirror all I saw was my usual morning face, needing a shave. Fragments of the dream still filled my mind. I knew that I had to turn it into reality!

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